beyond all reason

to praise unfinished creation is a start
knowing that imperfection is the way
to craft a kind of knowing that will stay
where it belongs in each and every heart
the journey from home out to the mart
is matched by regress on each rainy day
or sunny it doesn't matter that's the way
of knowing nothing's whole it's only part
of a much larger neverending growth
passing through us going who knows where
we grasp if we can seize it the ripe fruit
in eagerness and we would not be loath
to see the product in the brightening air
not knowing whether our desire will suit